Unspoken-Stydia.

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Running. He leaded the way to where the scent could take him. She followed him from behind. Going as fast as they could, he finally stopped but they weren't there yet. He kneeled down and tried to catch his breath. He stared out of the open in the dark to the multiple rooms of the building. She caught up behind him and stopped as soon as she saw him there panting and waiting for something. She walked behind him standing there and watching him.

" Did you lose it? "
" No, but something's wrong. "

Scott and Malia.

After seeing Erica during their fake make out, Scott really wanted to go after Lydia seeing that she saw them kiss and would probably think that they meant it and that he was cheating on her but Malia was there to tell him that now was not the time. Instead, the two explored the building running around and following Erica's scent. When Erica passed them, she may not have noticed but it made Scott and Malia wonder why she just disappeared in the crowd. Now, that made the two curious. So, they followed her scent and now, there they were somewhere around the huge building.

Malia furrowed her eyebrows before she caught something in her nose. She closed her eyes. Scott turned around and stood looking at her.

" Malia? "
Malia opened her eyes.
" What is it? "
" It's blood. "

Without another word, Malia started running to where the direction of the scent of blood was. Scott followed her from behind. They had to go to another floor downstairs making them go further away from the party which was located at the top.

They stopped.

Leaning on the wall, slouching weakly and bleeding like crazy, there was Jackson looking so badly injured that he had blood all over his face, shirt and hands. His shirt looked like it was being clawed multiple times. He was gripping on the huge wounds on his chest. Scott and Malia looked at this sight in shock before they came running to Jackson.

" Is that... " Malia looked closely barely recognizing him for he was covered in his own blood.
" It's Jackson. " said Scott.

Jackson opened his eyes slowly. Weakly, his eyes widened as they darted towards the two individuals. " Wh-who is that? " he asked, more like asking himself.

" It's Scott and Malia. " Scott replied going closer examining how injured he looked.

" S-scott? Malia? " Jackson asked under his breath.

" Yeah, man. It's us. "

Malia exchanged looks on both of them frowning. " Jackson. Do you know who did this to you? Can you tell us? "

Scott and Malia were both all ears for him.

Jackson's eyes fluttered to try and stay awake. His mouth struggled to try and find the words to explain what happened to him but it seemed that he was to weak to do so. He coughed and blood splattered on his shirt and on the dusty dirty floor.

" He's too weak. " Scott said before taking Jackson's hand in both his two hands. Black veins started showing up on Scott's hands all the way to his arms. His pain moving into Scott. He started taking Jackson's pain. Jackson's slow breathing started to go normal again.

As Scott did this, Malia started getting something. A particular scent. It was a very known scent for her. Malia slowly stood up and started walking to the next room which was also a loft but a bit smaller than the one they were using for the party. Scott didn't notice for he was too busy dealing with Jackson's pain. Malia got inside the dark room. The only shade of light she had was the moonlight from outside. Malia's eyes glowed blue and they started scanning around until her eyes landed on a particular figure in the middle of the room.